Beautification Project Week Four

The early morning starts are getting surprisingly better. Though there is a moment at 7:58am when my body is screaming "Run! Run to the nearest Krispy Kreme. As fast as your chubby, cellulite-ridden legs will carry you."

But I don't. That would be rude. That's the thing about having a trainer. It makes you exercise. Not because you want to/need to/are getting so fat you don't recognise your face anymore, but because someone else got up at dawn to train you. And dammit, you can't leave him out in the rain.

And, seriously, I am starting to see results. Not only do I not feel like vomiting all through the session (just, well, during the hard bits) but Jonny's posture work is making me hold myself taller. He told us to try to keep the training posture - shoulders back/stomach tight - even when we aren't training, and it seem to to be making me (look) thinner. Plus, there are muscles developing. I can feel them, under the layers of fat - like little buds of spring pushing through the snow. If this is what happens after a month - how fit will I be in another? This could get addictive.

Taryn (nickname in high school: Hardbody Ross) is a bit concerned we are going to turn into hulking big Rugby girls with all this strength training. Jonny assures us it's almost impossible, as women don't have enough testosterone in their bodies to really bulk up.

Each session does seem to be about pushing us that little bit harder - with heavier weights, more reps and less rest between the exercise. Taryn is so violently into the boxing sessions that Jonny actually looks a little frightened everytime she velcros on the gloves.